When mention was made of calling the police, Ou Lan and Lin Ziran both snickered simultaneously. What a joke—the police chief was Zhan Moxiao's brother. Wouldn't calling the police just expose their target?
But they couldn't say that to the driver, so Ou Lan wickedly chuckled twice, "Just between us, I'm the notorious Flying Sky Thief. I've hit the Royal Museum no less than ten times, stolen countless national treasures. The moment the police get a call, they'd have to arrest me, and I might just blow myself up in a flurry of panic."
The driver silently pressed the gas pedal harder.
This was the most terrifying day in his twenty years as a taxi driver. What kind of girls had he picked up?
Seeing the driver's pale face, Lin Ziran laughed out loud, "Uncle, don't be scared. We're just teasing you."
